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Alone, so far away from home

Black misery being so alone

The thoughts that seep in green

flavor devoid of  colours in between



Longing for the white and gold

wishing for the familiar and the old

Another day another life;

the droplets fall red from the knife



Prayers spoken with heart and soul

answers empty; blue and cold

So far, so far away

No answers just static; grey



Anger mounts with speed unseen

as senses sharpen, razor keen

Winding springs, tense, uncoil

as bubbling thoughts begin to boil



Left on this wretched waste

To suffer and with piety baste

the flesh of mortal mind

Which God and HIS hand wind



No more knees to earthen floor

no more tears beyond the door

No more shouts to that above

Which once he held with lasting love



Those who stumble and who fall

Shall heed his ravenous inhuman call

Let them pray at their pious sermon

For now he is truly painted:

Demon.